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The crucifying of the world
The crucifying of the world by the cross of Christ with a preface to the nobles, gentlemen, and all the rich, directing them how they may be richer / by Richard Baxter.
London: printed by R. W. for Nevill Simmons, 1658
Preface: The Preface: To the Nobilty and Gentry, and all that have the Riches of this world.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
And so on the other side, you look on the swaggering Gallant, but you look not on the ulcerous soul; you hear them laughing and jesting in their joviality; but you hear them not yet groaning in their pains: you see them clambering into the seat of honour, but see them not cast into the grave: you see them run and ride in pomp and pleasure, following the delights of the flesh, attended by their followers that honour and applaud them; but you see them not yet gasping under the pangs of death, nor laid in the dust as still as stones. You see their beauty and glittering attire, but you see not the pale and ghastly face that death will give them, nor the skulls that are stripped of all those ornaments; you smell their perfumes, but you smell not their putrefaction; you see their lands and spacious houses and sumptuous furniture; but you see not how narrow a room will serve them in the grave; nor how little there they differ from the most contemptible of men. Nay more; you see them with Ahab going forth to battle, and leaving the Prophets with the bread and water of affliction; but you see them not yet returning with the mortal blow; you see them in their honours and abundance, but see them not on Christs left hand in judgement: you see them clothed richly and fa•ing deliciously every day; but you see them not in bell torments, wishing in vain for a drop of water to abate their flames: you hear them honoured, and hear their words of pride and ostentation; but you hear ⟨image 16⟩them not yet crying out of their folly, and bewailing their loss of present time, and lamenting in vain the unhappy choice that now they make. Sirs, believe it, future things are as sure as present: These things are no fables, because they are not visible yet: You see not God, and yet he is the Principal Intelligible object: you see not your own Intellectual souls; and yet you know you have them, by the Intellection of other things. You see not your own eye-sight; and yet you know that an eye-sight you have, by the seeing of other things. If there were not an Invisible God, there would have been no visible creatures. Visibles are more vile, and are for I visibles that are more noble. Our visible Bodies, are for our Invisible Souls. This visible life, is the womb of everlasting life that is Invisible:
And so on the other side, you look on the swaggering Gallant, but you look not on the ulcerous soul; you hear them laughing and jesting in their jovialty; but you hear them not yet groaning in their pains: you see them clambering into the seat of honour, but see them not cast into the grave: you see them run and ride in pompe and pleasure, following the delights of the flesh, attended by their followers that honour and applaud them; but you see them not yet gasping under the pangs of death, nor laid in the dust as still as stones. You see their beauty and glittering attire, but you see not the pale and ghastly face that death will give them, nor the skulls that are stript of all those ornaments; you smell their perfumes, but you smell not their putrefaction; you see their lands and spacious houses and sumptuous furniture; but you see not how narrow a room will serve them in the grave; nor how little there they differ from the most contemptible of men. Nay more; you see them with Ahab going forth to battle, and leaving the Prophets with the bread and water of affliction; but you see them not yet returning with the mortal blow; you see them in their honours and abundance, but see them not on Christs left hand in judgement: you see them cloathed richly and faing deliciously every day; but you see them not in bell torments, wishing in vain for a drop of water to abate their flames: you hear them honoured, and hear their words of pride and ostentation; but you hear